It is a cool and crisp early morning in the mountains of Cyprus. The breeze is whipping the curtains, and the sun is pouring over the pine trees in the yard. I inhale the heavy scent of pine. One of the treats of mountain life is the fresh air and pungent odor of evergreens. This…

Dawn… Each One Uncommon

In case you missed dawn this morning, this is what it looked like from my frontyard.   Not knowing when dawn will come, I open every door. –Emily Dickinson